by Neya Fang
“Not at all. A boy can be older than their daddy or younger. There is no age criteria for becoming a daddy. Similarly, there is no age restriction to becoming a boy. A seventy year old man can be a boy and his daddy can be a thirty-year-old.”
His heavy arms and shoulders pulled low, his posture bent. He heaved a sigh and scrubbed a hand over his face.
I lifted his hand in mine and squeezed them gently. “Age is just a number. It doesn’t play any role in a daddy-boy relationship.”
He nodded and gave me a wry smile.
“You are submissive by nature. A true boy.”
He tilted his head to the side, acknowledging my statement.
“Have you ever had sexual partners?”
He got flustered again and lowered his eyes.
Okay, so maybe my questions were too much for a first date.
Is it even a date? Are we really?
Maybe I should ask him out?
Would he say yes?
And as for having sexual partners? At his age, he must have had at least a few. There’s no doubt about it, but would he like me as his daddy? Would he allow me to be his daddy? Would he be my sweet, obedient boy?
So many questions were swirling in my head, but I had answers to none.
I stopped myself from asking him any further questions when the waiter arrived with our food. They smelled heavenly.
“Dig in. I’m sure you are very hungry.”
Just then his stomach growled loudly, and I smirked.
I nodded toward his food. “Eat.”
We ate in companionable silence, gobbling our food with great gusto.
Throughout the meal, my eyes kept wandering over to him, watching him eat his food. The way his lips opened, the way his tongue swirled around the food, the way his jaw worked—it was sexy as hell.
I’d never found the act of putting food into one’s mouth, and then chewing it so captivating.
With every chew his Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes closed and he heaved several sighs in-between the bites.
Yeah definitely sexy.
Amorous.
I asked the waiter to bring us the check once we were done eating. After paying the bill, I gathered the shopping bag and got up, and held my hand for him.
He looked at it for a beat or two before hesitantly placing his hand and then got up.
“Let’s walk around the mall and look around some more shops and deals, maybe I’ll finally find something I want to gift my family and friends.”
He wet his lips, then swallowed hard before responding slowly. “Um, yeah... okay.”
After walking around a few different shops, I finally stopped in front of a shop I knew would scandalize him. The store was called ‘Bling with Kink’. I looked inside the glass display and finally noticed our reflection. I’m way taller than him. He was tall but not as tall as me.
The height difference showed in the reflection and I liked it. I liked the idea of always looking down at him, leaning and kissing him, pulling him up and holding him in my arms.
I adjusted my hard-on, then dragged him inside with me. “I hope you don’t mind we are going in here, but I think I found something here to gift my friends for Christmas.
I looked at the various aisles and walked toward the toys section. There I found a bedazzled cock cage, cock rings, dildos with tails, dildos with balls hanging down, and many more items.
I watched him from the corner of my eyes as his gaze fell on several toys, and with each object, I noticed his cheeks grew a darker shade of red.
I pressed my lips to control the laugh that was bubbling inside my throat.
He cleared his throat several times, bouncing on his foot side to side.
“Would you like to buy something for yourself? Or maybe gift someone from here?”
“No! What?” He squeaked, his voice going up an octave or two, and his eyes darted frantically all over the place.
It was funny and so damned easy to tease him. I finally allowed myself to laugh, watching the way he got flustered at the smallest thing.
“It’s okay if you want to, you know, gift someone something from here. It’s not a crime.”
He went quiet at the suggestion, his eye lowering, chin resting against his chest.
“What is it?” When he didn’t reply, I grabbed his chin between my fingers and lifted his face up. “What happened?”
“I-I-I don’t have anyone to gift them Christmas presents except my lawyer and Mrs. Mollers, my housekeeper who comes to clean my house twice a m-month.”
My heart ached for him, for his loneliness. It screamed to protect him, to shelter from all the uglies of life.
I pulled him in my arms and just... simply hugged him.
“You know what?”
“Hmm?”
“You can gift me, and I’ll gift you. In fact, why don’t you come with me to an early Christmas party my friends and I are hosting next weekend. It’s open to all. Anyone can come and attend. Well, not just anyone, but people in the lifestyle and with entry invite cards.”
His eyes widened slowly, and he took a step back, wrapping his arms over his stomach.
“You are in the lifestyle right? You’ve lived it?”
“W-well.” He licked his lips, his gaze kept darting. “I mean... when I am... I’m not... that is.” He huffed and crushed his eyes close. A few moments later he opened them, but looked elsewhere. “When I’m with a partner I live the lifestyle—not a daddy-boy relationship, but basic Dom-sub relationship—but not all the t-time. Just when I’m with a partner or a Dom.”
He still wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“Then I think you should definitely attend the party. You’ll meet lots of daddies, doms, boys, littles, pups, kittens. You’d... you’d see a whole new world, experience it, live it.”
He shook his head, taking a step back.
I could understand why he was so hesitant. I mean, our lifestyle was a whole new world. It was not a normal, boring, mundane life. It was exciting, exhilarating and downright all the fancies come to life.
“Please come. I promise you’ll enjoy. Just give it a chance. Pretty please,” I batted my eyelashes like a teenage diva.
“I d-don’t think it’s a good idea.”
Well, it was not a bad idea either, but that was my opinion, and I didn’t want to push him, pressure him to do something he was not comfortable doing. But I still had to ask. “Why not?”
“I don’t do well with the crowd, and I certainly don’t do well when I’m forced to talk to strangers.”
Oh. Well… okay then.
He was definitely an agoraphobe. That explained his behavior in the previous store. He looked scared, acted claustrophobic. I saw the panic and nervous energy falling out of him in spades.
Pool fella. It must have been difficult to get out and come to the mall today, especially on a day where the whole world is out shopping.
My heart ached for him something fierce. I wanted to take away all his fears, the sadness I saw on his face before.
Fuck. I hoped he wouldn’t fight this attraction, this pull we had between us.
I will make him mine.
I will take care of him.
“Well, not everyone there will be a stranger. I’ll be there. You know me.”
He shook his head. “Not really, no. I don’t know you. I don’t even know your name, or what you do, or where you are from?”
Oh, shit! In my haste to keep him with me, I totally forgot to introduce myself.
Bad move, Crane, bad move.
I was such an idiot. I cursed myself for my stupidity.
“My name is Crane McCarthy.” I offered my hand. “I own several pubs and clubs in and around the Bay area, and I’m essentially from the east coast, Boston to be precise, but moved to California to live with my maternal grandfather after my father passed away.”
He tentatively took my hand and shook it.
“Nice to meet you, Crane M-McCarthy,” he spoke the words so
ftly. “My name is Auden Hennessy. I’m a painter, I live in the mountains, near big basin—Bracken Brae. I only come to the city for my appointments with my therapist.” He winced at the last word, and turned his eyes away from me.
“Everyone needs therapy at some point in their life. You’re not alone there. We all have our demons to fight, fears to conquer.”
The disbelief on his face would have been comical if I wasn’t serious about needing a therapist myself.
“I’m serious. I visit my therapist once a month for...”
Chapter 3
Auden
He needed therapy? Him?
“You? For what?”
But he was perfect. So confident, self-assured, and handsome. Total alpha material. He looked fit, physically and mentally. I didn’t see any flaws in him that he needed to work on. He was just... perfection.
And I loved his name. Crane. It was so unique. And it suited him.
“Well, my father used to beat me when I was a kid. He would berate me, call me names. And he definitely didn’t like it when he was not the center of attention. Whenever that happened, he would take his rage out on me. It messed with my head because I was always afraid of being at home. Luckily, he stopped hitting me when I had a growth spurt and I overpowered him once when he tried to hit my baby brother. Mom tried to shelter us from his fist, but she could only do so much to protect us when he was in one of his moods. enough. Unfortunately, she died with my dad in a car accident and I felt guilty for living and not dying with her. You know, survivor’s guilt and all that at the age of fourteen?” He shrugged like it was no big deal.
But it was. It was a big deal.
I understood why he needed therapy.
My heart ached for him, for all his sufferings. I squeezed his hand that was still in mine and gave him a soft smile.
He returned my smile with one of his. It was blindingly gorgeous. It was a killer.
The man was a total alpha.
I sighed internally and looked at him, taking a fill of his looks, imprinting it—as they say in paranormal fantasy books—into my head.
The man was definitely a Dom. Maybe a daddy too? I wasn’t sure, but I would like to know if he was, because I got the feeling from the way he talked about the daddy-boy relationship that he was one.
And I understood his drive to be in the lifestyle, his need to take care of a boy.
Was he looking for a sub?
Was he looking for a boy?
Did he have a boy of his own?
Of course, he must have.
The sudden despair and hopelessness that filled my being with that thought left me dizzy. I wanted to cry suddenly, but not in front of him.
I blinked several times and clenched my teeth tight before I gave away my turmoil with a quivering chin.
“So, yeah I need therapy. Anyways, now back to attending the party. Please come. I promise you’ll love it, and it’s a great way to make new friends. And I’ll be with you the whole time. If it becomes too much, too overwhelming to stay there, then I’ll take you back to your place. What do you say?”
He gave me those puppy eyes, his lips twitching.
Could I possibly do it?
Was it worth it?
Only one way to find out.
I nodded and whispered, “Okay.”
“Fantastic! I’ll give you the invitation card before dropping you to your place.”
God, the guy moved fast. Forward much? But I liked it. I liked it a lot. I kicked myself for being so interested in a man I didn't even know, but it had been so long since anyone showed any interest in me that I couldn't help but feel like I was already falling for him—even though I knew it wouldn't last. It never lasted.
I still couldn’t believe that a tall, dark and handsome man like him wanted to spend time with me, and that he wondered if I had a daddy of my own.
Well, sadly no. I didn’t have a daddy, ever. In fact, the concept of having a daddy was totally new to me.
I knew of Dom-sub relationships, and I knew early in my life that I was a submissive, but I’d never had the guts to go to one of those BDSM clubs or strictly daddy-boy clubs to find my inner boy and limits and ticks.
I stuck to myself because of my anxiety and stammering. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself during a scene or make my Dom feel like he got the worst sub ever.
I wouldn’t have been able to see pity in other subs’ eyes, or laughter in Doms’ eyes.
I knew it was my fear of the unknown and these things that held me back, but by the time I gathered the courage to venture and find my inner soul into this lifestyle, I was too old. And nobody, I mean nobody, wanted to have an older sub, so I stuck to satisfying my needs by hiring a Dom for a day from a website, “Date with a Dom”, that catered to specials needs where subs didn’t want to enter into a contract and wanted a Dom only for a day or two to satisfy their inner sub because of their busy, high profile jobs.
We had the option of hiring the same Dom, but not more than five times. After that, a sub had to choose a different Dom.
Company policy. They didn’t want the sub’s getting attached to a dom.
It worked well until now, until he told me having a daddy of my own to love me, take care of me, cherish me is possible, and that my age doesn’t play a factor in having a daddy was possible.
The hope and longing that flared to life in my chest were so intense, I couldn’t breathe and I felt lightheaded.
I was afraid of taking the leap, of wishing that if I opened myself, my heart I’ll find a daddy in a heartbeat.
But that wasn’t how the world worked. That was not how life worked. Nothing was that easy.
And since I promised him I will attend the party with him, I was going to give it a shot. I was.
I can do it. I can do it. I can do it.
I chanted the words in my head.
He dragged me some more around the store, filling his cart. The man sure did buy stuff for his friends. I didn’t think this was for his family. I could never gift my brother or sister such things, not that I had any siblings, not even cousins—not that I knew of any.
We headed to the counter to get all the items billed.
As the cashier scans the products, Crane turned toward me. “You sure you don’t want to buy anything?” he said loudly, then smirked.
The bastard knew I would get flustered and did it anyway.
Heat rose up my neck to my cheeks, my ears turning red. I cleared my throat and tried to hold his gaze. “No, thank you. I’m good.”
“If you change your mind and want to buy something, you can visit us anytime.” The cashier handed me a gift coupon. “The offer of ‘buy one get one free’ lasts until the end of the year. After 9 PM on December 31st, the offer ends.” She winked, then got back to packing them into a box.
I walked hurriedly like my ass was on fire. I had to get out of the shop. I didn’t get how people shopped in such stores without turning into a tomato. I was beyond embarrassed watching all the stuff there.
“Hey, slow down. The police are not following us.”
Snort.
I’d rather the police followed us than be in that shop.
“Oye, don’t knock it till you try it.”
Oops, looked like I was the one who spoke his mind out loud that time. Whatever. I just wanted to get out of there.
“Pull your brakes, boy.”
The command pulled my body to stop immediately. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. The command was like a key to my body, locking it in place.
Stern.
Steadfast.
And dependable.
“That’s better. Now hold my hand and walk alongside me.” He held his hand in front of me, and I cautiously placed mine in his.
“So bossy,” I muttered under my breath.
A snort vibrated through his nose. “You have no idea,” he said, then winked.
I rolled my eyes, but inside I was jumping like a kid on the morning of Christmas
.
“Did you drive to the mall?” He pulled me closer to him.
“No, I grabbed an Uber.”
He gave a single nod like he approved my decision. “Good thinking. Getting a parking spot during this time is difficult.”
We walked out of the mall, his hand still holding mine. Crane lead me toward a spot in the parking lot that was allotted for motorcycles. “I don’t have any invite cards with me right now, so we’ll go to my club to get one for you. It’s not far from here. Just a few minutes' ride.”
My heart started to thunder in my chest, my pulse spiking fast, and my hands were clammy. Anxiety was rearing its ugly head.
Ride?
We were going to ride a bike?
With each step we took, the knot in my gut was getting bigger and bigger, heavier and heavier, pulling my stomach down.
I felt nauseous, bile threatening to escape my lips. I was going to be sick. Very very sick.
Shit! I didn’t want to sit on his bike. I didn’t.
What if he lost balance and we crashed?
What if I lost balance and fell?
What if someone hit us?
What if bike’s brakes didn’t work?
There were so many ways the ride could be fatal.
I could lose my leg, or a hand, or injure my head if I fell.
A plaintive whimper spilled from my lips, halting him in his strides. He immediately turned toward me and leaned down, his eyes searching mine. They were frantically rolling over my face.
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
“I-i-i-i don’t want to s-s-s-si-si-sit on a bike. I d-d-do-don’t want to ride on your b-b-bi-bike. I can’t. I’m scared of it.” I shook my head frantically, hyperventilating, imploring him with my eyes not to force me.
“Hey, hey…” his hands grabbed my shoulders and held my body still in place, making me realize I was rocking in my spot. “You are okay. You are safe. Nothing will happen to you.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off.
“I won’t let anything happen to you. I’m a good rider. The best in my club. I’m talking about my motorcycle club. And I always follow the traffic rules.” He gave me a wry smile, but his eyes twinkled like they held a secret I wasn’t privy to, amusement dancing merrily.
